19 January 2009

Oliver was running around the play room this afternoon with a hockey stick and ball. I couldn't make out what he was saying immediately, but it didn't take me long to realize he was shouting, "Focus, guys! Focus!" Evidently we use the word "focus" a lot around here.

Not an hour later he and Ryan were picking up the playroom from the days undoing and I was playing sudoku on the computer. (I have an addiction. I'm ashamed.) They were chattering back and forth, and in a quiet moment Oliver spoke up, "Daddy, what time is it?"

Ryan: "What??"

Oliver: "What time is it?"

Ryan: "Um, it's 4:15?" (We exchange confused glances.)

Oliver: "Oh." Satisfied, he goes on picking up the play room.


The Morrisons said...

So cute! Don't you love when original things start coming out of their mouths (even if it is things they have overheard). Can I tell you how many times a day I hear "what time is it?" Maybe you should tell him it really doesn't matter all that much ;)

The Morrisons said...

And oh, the nap time wars. Stick it out; after a few months of warring (and often Micah winning) he is back to napping every day!!

Tracy said...

I get the "what time is it?" thing a lot here, too. its quite funny.

Christine said...

Oh, sweet Oliver. Being a big boy. Tell him to stop doing that, okay?

Christine said...

ps: I just took a bunch of old formal dresses to Sequels yesterday, including some Christmas Banquet favorites. Thought you'd like to know. I just had to relinquish my hold on them and admit that I am never going to fit in a size 0 or 2 again.